this took a billion years to make

Trump’s Creeping Tyranny

On the evening of December 7, minutes after a local Indiana union leader, Chuck Jones, criticized Trump on CNN for falsely promising to keep Carrier jobs in the U.S., Trump tweeted, “Chuck Jones, who is President of United Steelworkers 1999, has done a terrible job representing workers. No wonder companies flee country!” 

Since that tweet went out, Chuck Jones has received death threats, according to CNN.

A few days before, Boeing’s CEO Dennis Muilenberg was quoted in the Chicago Tribune gently chiding Trump for being against trade. Muilenberg noted that trade is essential to the U.S. economy, as reflected in the “large and growing percentage of our business” coming from international sales, including commercial jet orders from China.

Moments later, Trump tweeted: “Boeing is building a brand new 747 Air Force One for future presidents, but costs are out of control, more than $4 billion. Cancel order!” Later he added “We want Boeing to make a lot of money but not that much money.” 

Boeing shares immediately took a hit. As it turns out, Boeing does not even have a $4 billion order to make Air Force One planes. 

Trump doesn’t take kindly to anyone criticizing him – not journalists (whom he refers to as “dishonest,” “disgusting” and “scum” when they take him on), not corporate executives, not entertainers who satirize him, not local labor leaders, no one. 

The President-elect’s tendency to go after people who criticize him by sending false and provocative statements to his 16 million twitter followers not only imperils those people and their organizations. 

It also poses a clear and present danger to our democracy.

Democracy depends on the freedom to criticize those in power without fear of retribution. 

No President or President-elect in history has ever publicly condemned individual citizens for criticizing him. That occurs in two-bit dictatorships intent on stamping out dissent. 

No President or President-elect has ever bypassed the media and spoken directly to large numbers of his followers in order to disparage individual citizens who criticize him. That occurred in the fascist rallies of the 1930s. 

America came closest to this in the 1950s when Senator Joseph McCarthy wrecked the lives of thousands of American citizens whom he arbitrarily and carelessly claimed were communists. 

McCarthy’s reign of terror ended when a single man asked him publicly, during the televised hearings McCarthy was conducting, “have you no decency, sir?” In that moment, Americans began to see McCarthy for the tyrant he was. 

McCarthy’s assistant was Roy Cohn, an attorney who perfected the art of character assassination. Roy Cohn was also one of Donald J. Trump’s mentors. 

Trump’s capricious use of power to denigrate and even endanger his critics must end. He is not yet our President. When he becomes so and has far greater power, our freedom and our democracy could be gravely jeopardized.  

We must join together to condemn these acts. Has Trump no decency? 

Inside your head is the most complex structure in the known universe. You have 100 billion neurons, every single one of which is delicately connected to another 10 thousand neurons. It took nature 4 billion years to craft your mind, to make all this possible. You are a living, breathing miracle. Don’t forget how truly phenomenal you are. 

“I’m Sorry”  ~  Draco x reader

“lol that one ask where they said that you should make an imagine where Draco dates pansy to make the reader jealous sounds really good” ~Anon


So sorry it took me 4.6 billion years to compose this. I’ve been so busy with school and theatre, it’s a miracle I get sleep. I’m also going through a bit of a writers block where i’m not able to write as much, and it’s honestly killing me. Finishing this up at 3AM doesn’t help either😂

Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this once some ideas came to my head, and I hope you like it!!😊😘💕


The scent of coffee filled the Slytherin common room as 7th years all studied for their NEWTs. Y/n found it quite fascinating, watching them all work together, even if they weren’t taking the same classes. Through the whispers, y/n heard the door creak open. She looked over to see none other than Pansy Parkinson, hand in hand with her ex, Draco. She eyed the two of them for a moment before returning to her textbook. Unfortunately, they took a seat beside her on the sofa and continued their conversation on their holiday plans. Quickly, y/n left to her room.

The silky sheets on y/n’s bed were filled with comfort. It would be a miracle if she could get any studying done; being this comfortable, tired, and not to mention the thoughts roaming around in her head: what Draco was talking about with Pansy, their break up, the way his lips tasted after a heated kiss. Trying to shake it all out of her mind, she went back to her reading.

Their relationship hadn’t ended well. There were a lot of things left unsaid. Occasionally, she’d think back on those moments and try to tell herself it was all a dream. But, every time she’d see him, Pansy was there, being ‘little miss perfect’. She’d tried to change herself, hoping it wouldn’t go unnoticed by the blonde boy. She wanted him to see that she still had feelings for him, but then again, she didn’t. She wanted him to see that she could get by without him. She wanted him to realize what he’d left.

She wanted him back.

Time passed, as did the previous pages in y/n’s Advanced Potions textbook. Memories kept floating back to her mind, and she finally had enough of it. Slamming her book down on her desk, she got herself ready for bed.

She woke up in a sweat. She didn’t know why, having a dreamless night. Pulling the sheets over her head, she laid there unable to fall back asleep.

7:00 AM arrived quickly. Getting up for classes was already hard enough for y/n. With only three hours of sleep, she didn’t know how she’d hold up. Groaning, she rolled out of bed, bringing the covers with her to keep her warm. She got dressed as quick as she possibly could. Somehow she still ended up being late for class. Realizing she left her bag in her dorm, she didn’t even bother entering the room. Her bed was far more interesting anyway.

She crawled into bed without changing back into her pajamas. Realizing that her skirt was far too uncomfortable to sleep in, she got up and changed into a t-shirt. For once, she was glad to be skipping class. Everything had been emotionally draining her lately. Even just talking to her friends at the table during meals. She closed her eyes and thought of her happy place, still unable to sleep.

Dinner that night was horrific. Pansy was all over Draco, as usual, and spent the entirety of the time complaining about the grade she made on her History essay. Y/n rolled her eyes as she tiredly ate her food.

“You’ll do better next time.” Draco assured her.

Pansy gave him a cheesy smile. “Maybe you could help me…”

Y/n couldn’t take anymore of this. Jabbing her fork into her steak, she got up and left the table.

“Maybe you could help me…” she mimicked, pacing through the hallways. “Ugh!” She entered the common room, headed to her dorm, and threw herself on her bed. Was he even worth trying to get?

Tears flooded y/n’s eyes as soon as her head hit the pillows. Nothing she did was ever going to win back Draco. She sat up and clutched her pillow to her chest, pressing her face into it. The door opened, but at this point, she didn’t care. Why not get it all out in the open?

There was a tug at her pillow. Y/n tightened her grip.

Another tug.

Y/n felt someone sit down beside her and place their hand on her back. It was a familiar feeling. One that made her even more upset.

“Are you okay?”

Y/n looked up at the blonde boy. The whites of her eyes had turned red from the crying. “Why do you even care?”

“Because I do.”

Y/n scoffed at his words. “Yeah right…”



The anger in her voice stunned Draco. He didn’t realize how much he’d actually hurt her. He stared at her, unable to speak.

“Exactly.” she continued. “Nothing. You’re an idiot, Draco Malfoy. And how I manage to still have feelings for you? I don’t know. Just leave me alo-”

A soft pair of lips crashed into hers. Draco’s hands gripped her sides, pulling her closer and closer with every movement.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, pulling away. “I didn’t mean to make you this upset. I just…” He paused. “I missed you. And, I thought you had moved on, so I wanted to make you jealous with Pansy, because I know how much you hate her.”

“How do I know you’re not trying to make a fool of me?”

“Because I know better than that.”

Draco pulled y/n close, her head resting on his chest. He rubbed her back soothingly. “I don’t know what I was thinking, really. Pansy’s an arse, and she’ll never compare to you.”

Y/n stayed silent.

“I’m really, really sorry, y/n.” His voice cracked. “I shouldn’t have done that. I was being stupid, and I regret it deeply.”

Still, no words came from y/n.


Draco looked down at her and smiled. She had finally fallen asleep. Gently, he laid her down and pulled the covers over her, sliding in next to her just afterwards.

Y/n slowly opened her eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t get any sleep last night.”

“Don’t apologize.” he said, pressing himself to her.

“But I-”


Wrapped up in Draco’s embrace, she quickly fell back asleep. Draco kissed her forehead and closed his eyes, tightening his grip on y/n. He was never going to let her go.

“China has a wall and people don’t make a big deal about it, why can’t America?”

China didn’t have billions of dollars of debt, the wall was made from forced labor, and it’s filled with dead bodies. It also took years and years and years to build. :|

Be Patient With Her

Requested by @mygubl3rnation, sorry it took a billion years. I hope you like it!!

This imagine is all in Spence’s Point Of View

“Hey Spence” an angelic voice let out with a a cute smile and a small hand wave, making me wave back before I sighed and looked down at my desk. I never thought I would be this deep again, especially with someone that I work with. Truth is, I had been slowly and painfully falling in love with Garcia’s sister since she started working here back in November. I wish I could say that we started off as friends but truth be told, she won me over after one conversation. After I admitted to myself how I felt, I began to fall in love with the little things that she did. The way she would push her hair behind her ears when she was trying to focus or the smile as had on her face each and every day. The way she would flirt ever so lightly with me or how she would make sure I was okay each and every day. Once Morgan found out about my “crush” it was all down hill from there, he would hint to Garcia about certain things that I had told him, or wink at me when I was talking to (Y/N). I felt someone rush past me, grabbing my back of my shirt and pulling me from my chair with a yank and out of the bullpen. Once the person finally let go, I turned to see Garcia staring back at me with her arms crossed and her left eyebrow cocked.
“I put the pieces together, Morgan’s clues were very helpful.” She said causing me to rub my neck from nervousness, along with the ache from being pulled.
“I should have told you sooner, granted, but I don’t understand why you are so angry.” I said, knowing Garcia as sweet and treating me with nothing but kindness. Her rage soon began to fade away and with a sigh, she shook her head slightly.
“I’m not mad. Truth be told, you two are made for each other. The thing is, Spence the only reason she has a smile on her face everyday is because she is trying to put on a brave face. My sister has been through a lot in her life, I know you wouldn’t hurt her but you also have to be patient with her.” She said making me look up to see (Y/N) through the bullpen doors, seeing her sigh and force a smile.
“I understand that, trust me, I still have to be patient with myself. Garcia, my feelings for your sister and nothing but honorable. I care about her and with your permission-” I began but Garcia cut me off with a small giggle.
“With my permission? Oh, Spencer Reid you are a true gentleman. Go get her.” She said pointing behind me and walking the opposite direction with a small wink. I turned around to see (Y/N) walking towards me with a confused grin on her face and files in her arms.
“So first, I saw my sister drag you out of the bullpen, then she mysteriously walks away?” She said causing is both to chuckle slightly. Before I even knew what I was doing, I cupped (Y/N)’s face in my hands and connected out lips. With the files falling out of (Y/N)’s arms, and her hands now on my chest, I smiled into the kiss, only to pull away a few moments later. When I looked at (Y/N), her eyes were still closed, and a small him coming from her lips. Way to be patient Spencer.
“That was…” She said slowly opening her eyes to see me picking up the folders that she had dropped, trying my best to hide my embarrassment. She soon bent down as well to help with the files.
“You know, you could have at least bought me dinner first before giving me a mind-blowing kiss, but you never did play by the rules, huh?” She said causing me to look up at her, seeing that she was blushing just as hard as I was.
“I was going to ask you out but something just came over me.” I said as we both stood up with folders in our hands.
“Well the day isn’t over yet, you still have time.” She said taking the folders that were in my arms and walking back into the bullpen. She was right, there was still time.

Pro-life essay gets failing grade

From Scott Klusendorf:

15 year-old Summer White wrote an argumentative PRO-LIFE essay.

[edited to add for clarification] 

“She argued from science that the unborn are human and she argued from philosophy that they’re valuable human beings who differ from us in ways that don’t justify killing them and she turned her paper in very well footnoted with her sources cited.”

But her teacher wasn’t happy with the position she took in her essay so the teacher handed it back with a zero. Summer, a 4.0 GPA student objected to the mark. Her teacher said “you said abortion was wrong and you said your position was true in your paper but that’s just your personal view”. 

Summer then went to the principal with her objection. He got back to her the next day and said “I’ve met with your teacher and we’ve come to a solution, all you need to do is to revise your paper and say that it’s your personal opinion that abortion is wrong and you’ll get a grade." 

Do you think Summer took that deal? Not in a billion years, here’s what she wrote on her blog:

“Given a choice between making my teacher happy who will be dead and gone soon enough and making my God happy who I’m going to live with for eternity, you can take my 4.0 GPA and you can have it.”

equestriandiarchy said: ((The T-60 is basically an upgraded T-45, as opposed to a completely new design. The pre-War X-01s were prototypes and/or pre-production models.))

so you think it makes complete and perfect sense that West-Tek and the United States would spend billions of dollars and ten years on producing a completely independent design like the T-51 as a successor to the T-45…

while also concurrently or subsequently producing the T-60 as a successor to THAT design, even though the T-51 had only just been released?? And that the T-60 design, even though it was meant to succeed the T-51, took its design cues (which aren’t just for looks, power armor design is meant to be functional) from an inferior style of power armor?

and THEN you want me to believe that even though TWO sets of new power armor had just been released, West-Tek decided that THAT still wasn’t good enough so they created a THIRD new design, the X-01, just before the bombs fell??

like you honestly expect me to believe that power armor like the T-45 was used reliably for nearly ten years, but then West-Tek rushed, produced three new and entirely separate suits in the span of two years?

And on top of that, you expect me to believe all of this when one of Fallout 4’s loading screens still calls the T-51 the pinnacle of power armor before the war???

Like… If you look at that and think “yeah, that’s good lore and it makes sense” rather than “wow Bethesda really bungled this timeline all just so they could include a set of new power armor that was very clearly originally intended to be a redesign of their old power armor” then idk what to say.

now yall might be thinking “Bryce, you’re nitpicking, power armor lore isn’t integral to Fallout”

and you’re right!! all mishaps and mistakes on lore can be forgiven if the game has a good story but–

guess what fallout 4 doesn’t have

Where is God in autism?

Birds and butterflies flap.

Dogs wag their tails and some bounce excitedly at nearly everything they enjoy.

Cats can ignore you calling their name fifty times.

Primates make a bunch of noise.

Objects in the universe such as galaxies, stars, planets, hurricanes, tornadoes, whirlpools and atoms spin.

Trees rock back and forth.

People are made in God’s image, and maybe He took the things He loved about all the things He shaped through billions of years of evolution and put them into people.

And it became autism.

God did it on purpose. God doesn’t make mistakes.


The first stars to be created were bigger and brighter than any stars we’ve ever seen now. They exploded quickly, making the first ever metals. The larger ones collapsed into black holes that galaxies formed around. Every galaxy is believed to have a black hole at it’s center. This process took billions of years to get to the point we know of now.  In all of our stars of memories, I believe we made a galaxy. And I have found that the black hole at it’s center isn’t as scary as it sounds. It’s the force holding everything in place. It’s not precarious because the gravitational force it creates allows a beautiful galaxy to form around it. That is how our memories have become. They orbit around a force so strong that they will always stay there. All of our inside jokes and every happy thing shared between us creates a new star in the galaxy of our memories. [x]

I was asked by @fortethegemini what diatoms are if they aren’t plants, and I figured I’d just make a whole post out of it since it’s a pretty complicated topic.

Here in this phylogenetic tree of eukaryotes (courtesy of Worden et al, 2015) we can see that diatoms are in the clade Stramenopiles, in the upper left. Plants, on the other hand, belong to Archaeplastida. I know those words probably don’t mean much, so to put it simply diatoms are separated from plants by about 1 billion years of evolution. That is to say, their nearest common ancestor split into two lineages 1 billion years ago, one lineage which would become the Stramenopiles, and the other archaeplastids.

Diatoms are actually closely related to brown algae (like kelp) and oomycetes (the nasty “molds” that cause the Irish Potato Famine).

So this all begs the question: how come diatoms are photosynthetic like plants, yet so far apart on the tree of life?

One thing to realize is that these trees of life don’t show you the whole picture. We need to go back in time, over a billion years ago. A eukaryotic cell once enveloped a photosynthetic cyanobacterium (the original photosynthesizers) but instead of digesting it, the cell kept the cyanobacterium around as a sort of photosynthetic livestock. Eventually, the cell line with these “livestock” would evolve and diverge and become red algae, green algae, and plants. The cyanobacteria eventually became what we know now as chloroplasts. This is called primary endosymbiosis, and it’s also how we got mitochondria.

But it gets more complicated.

(image also courtesy of Worden et al, 2015)

The ancestor of diatoms was a predatory, non-photosynthetic cell that engulfed a red algae and also kept it around instead of digesting it. This is called secondary endosymbiosis. To make things even more confusing, there’s evidence that some cells have practiced tertiary endosymbiosis, a sort of Russian doll of endosymbionts.

I know this sounds completely far-fetched, but there’s lots of evidence for the endosymbiotic theory. For starters, chloroplasts and mitochondria have their own genomes tucked away inside them, genomes that very closely resemble bacterial genomes when you get down to the molecular scale. Another piece of evidence is the extra membranes they have. Chloroplasts have an extra membrane from when the eukaryotic cell enveloped and ate it. Then, in secondary endosymbiosis, the chloroplast has three to four membranes, and in some lineages the nucleus of the algae that was eaten was retained inside what is now the newer chloroplast.

Well there you have it. Please, don’t feel hesitant to ask me any questions. I’ll be happy to clear up any concepts for anyone who is reading this!

How many seconds in eternity?

I was already teared up when the Doctor said his storm house was the TARDIS and Clara Oswald in there, and he imagined he’s already survived so that he could show off and explain all those to her, to make her laugh. And, THIS was what broke me, a whole two billion years he struggled. It took him two billion years of time to make the first second of eternity pass.

Moffat once said that we are all time traveling, every day, once a little bit to the future. That’s basically how our life goes. And now, so was the Doctor’s. He finally realized he didn’t time traveled. He just lived and died over and over and the eternity stood in front of him. The eternity he had to break through, to break free, like Clara said to him, to break free.

They condense two billion years’ suffering to a few minutes, the visualization and Peter’s acting just hit right through my chest. That’s a hell great metaphor of lost, sorrow, feeling trapped and basically, sometimes, our life itself. Time is passing by. It always does. But the eternity stands there. It doesn’t move a little, despite your sorrow and desperation. You’ll be alone. You’ll be sad and angry and wanting to give up, to change yourself, to just lose this one. Especially there was no longer a reason to win. Two billion years time was just the first second of eternity. And the Doctor is immortal, eternity is his truthful friend.

There is a little web game called, “the company of myself” or something. Its rule was simple, you use the arrow keys and space to move “you”, crossing a gap to get to the other side. At first, it seemed impossible, for the gap was huge. Then, you’d realize that, to win this game, “you” have to die first. There would be a ghost “you” staying at where the previous “you” fell, occupying that space, and over and over, the present “you” could step over those previous “you"s to get to the goal. I used to play this little game when I was in my university. I thought that’s a very sad game. It’s about lost and carry on and live. A metaphor of life. Our life is composed by all those unaccomplished wishes. The people you missed. Dreams you screwed up. The promises you failed to keep. Then you get to the other side, the next stage is waiting. If you turn back and stare to your past, that’s a hell of ghosts, of yourself, heartbroken, left behind, dead. 

“How long can I keep doing this, Clara? Burning the old me, to make a new one.”


True fact: one of the most savage murderers in all of Homestuck is Clubs motherfucking Deuce. He’s killed two of Caliborn’s minions, Jade, Jake, and both kings

But what makes CD so special is his absolute lack of remorse. Jack has killed billions of people, but he can’t kill Jade, no matter how hard he tries. He has some form of a conscience, no matter how small.

But CD? CD doesn’t give a single fuck. This is him after murdering Jade:

Look how happy he is. He just blew up a 13 year old girl and he’s doing a motherfucking umbrella dance

He took a snack break right before assassinating a teenager. Yes, he’s officially an assassin

CD is a cold-blooded killer and he doesn't even know it. To him, he’s just following orders he doesn't even understand. Jack needed the powers of every single prototyping to carry out his rampage. CD kills with shaving cream and peanuts.

Don't fuck with Clubs Deuce

“Did you know that you are made of seven octillion atoms? That’s enough to create a small universe inside you. And your bones…they are four times stronger than concrete because they are made from the marrow of the stars themselves. Your eyes are the most incredible camera lens man will ever know, and your brain works ninety nine percent faster than the most powerful supercomputer on this planet.

Are you aware that not a single fibre in your body comes from the same star? It took billions of pieces of stardust, some that are thirteen billion years old to come together to make your body. And the chance of that happening is so little, so minute that you are a living, breathing impossibility.” - Nikita Gill

I’m seeing a lot of ‘#SU fandom is trash’ shit on my dash and like

how many of those fans ‘hating’ on certain characters are middle school or high school age and are just starting? to become critical of media? and are just starting to understand and apply the shit they’ve learned here on tumblr?

like seriously do you remember what it was like when you were first introduced to the concepts of misogyny, ableism, racism and transphobia? It was terrifying! I know it took me several years to begin processing those concepts in a productive way. It meant making a lot of mistakes, applying the concepts in ways that didn’t quite fit, or weren’t taking the whole context into consideration. 

There was no way I would’ve learned when and how to critique media if I didn’t fuck up my critique of media like seven billion times

so yes, some bloggers are going to react to SU’s complex and multifaceted characters in a more sensational and sensitive manner than you

they’ve got different experiences than you. They possibly have fewer experiences than you. 

Yes, if you have the spoons, explain why their conclusions are fucked, but if you don’t? don’t make fun of them for it and don’t tear them down for it. Like. If you seriously can’t deal with them? Ignore them. The fandom is very big and my dash is proof that you can COMPLETELY AVOID people who aren’t very good at character critique and still see beautiful fanart and headcanons and discussions. I only hear about this shit when people reblog the rebuttals or, in some instances, write them themselves.

but seriously, its a kid’s show and the fandom is not just genre savvy twenty-somethings with years of experience understanding and absorbing media. For some, this is the first show with enough meat on its bones for them to fucking discuss it. Let them make their mistakes. And if you can’t stand being around them while they’re making said mistakes? DON’T BE AROUND THEM. If you can, correct them and help them and try to be understanding because YOU WERE THERE ONCE TOO, I’m sure you remember the frustration.

If they’re coming into your space and being obnoxious, that’s one thing. If you’re concerned about people spreading and absorbing harmful conclusions, that’s valid! But for fuck’s sake, the fandom isn’t trash. It’s just large and full of people and people will make mistakes with the best of intentions